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Trying to make it in the white man's world. And training for Ranger School

I can light a cigarette with a can of coke and a chocolate bar.

I, sadly, lack the motion to move to the new beat.

"Every man is evil, yes
Every man's a liar
Unashamed with the wicked tongues
Sing in the Black Soul Choir"

Also, I was there the day Horus slew the Emperor.

I'm getting clear of abby-nay, kul, and hazar-ho.

Definitely when I'm working on digital art and I've got the pencils and inks done and I'm working on the color and then my computer goes tango uniform... it helps me grow as a person.

I-45. I love how no matter what highway I'm on, everything slows to an absolute crawl around I-45. I use the time spent in traffic practicing calming exercises.

The big 3. When God Himself works out, he powerlifts.

A needle bouncing at redline.

It would be worth his posse beating me to a pulp to smash Chris Brown in the face.

willing to karaoke, but only if it's "Let's Make Music Together" from All Dogs Go to Heaven. But usually, I'm just making plans for Nigel.

I sing gangsta rap while I'm washing dishes. On occasion I like to chaturanga into downward dog.

You have a dog. Like, seriously. I had to give mine away when I moved here, and I miss them so, so much. It would also help if you had a julienne slicer I could borrow. Or you want a running partner.

Messaging someone? Why not Zoidberg?

Captivating blue-eyed lasses with Geordie accents and WRX owners to the front of the line.